@. Three Days to See : āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύ⧰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž


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I, who cannot see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring, I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. Occasionally, I am very fortunate; I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.


āĻŽāχ, āϝāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°ā§‹, āĻ•ā§‡ā§ąāϞ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļā§° āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇ āĻļāϤ āĻļāϤ āĻŽāύ⧋āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻž āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰⧋āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻāĻ–āύ āĻĒāĻžāϤ⧰ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āφ⧰⧁ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§° āϏāĻŽāĻŽāĻŋāϤāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰⧋āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻŽā§°āĻŽā§‡ā§°ā§‡ ā§°ā§‚āĻĒāĻžāϞ⧀ āĻŦāĻžā§°ā§āϚ āĻ—āϛ⧰ āĻŽāϏ⧃āĻŖ āĻŦāĻžāĻ•āϞāĻŋ āĻ…āĻĨāĻŦāĻž āĻĒāĻžāχāύ āĻ—āϛ⧰ āĻ–āĻšāϟāĻž āφ⧰⧁ ⧰⧁āĻ•ā§āώ āĻŦāĻžāĻ•āϞāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāϤ⧇⧰⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļ āϕ⧰⧋āρāĨ¤ āĻŦāϏāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻ‹āϤ⧁āϤ āĻŽāχ āφāĻļāĻžā§°ā§‡ āĻ—āϛ⧰ āĻĄāĻžāϞāĻŦā§‹ā§°āϤ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻ•āϞāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°āĻŋ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļ āϕ⧰⧋āρāĨ¤ āĻāχ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻ•āϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āχ āĻļā§€āϤāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧰ āĻŸā§‹āĻĒāύāĻŋā§° āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āϤ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āϜāĻžāĻ—āĻŋ āωāĻ āĻžā§° āĻĒā§ā§°āĻĨāĻŽ āϚāĻŋāύāĨ¤ āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻŽāχ āĻŦāĻšā§āϤ āϏ⧌āĻ­āĻžāĻ—ā§āĻ¯ā§ąāϤ⧀ āĻšāĻ“āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āϏāĻžā§ąāϧāĻžāύ⧇ āĻāĻ–āύ āϏ⧰⧁ āĻ—āĻ›āϤ āĻšāĻžāϤ ā§°āĻžāĻ–ā§‹āρ āφ⧰⧁ āϤāĻžāϤ āĻ—ā§€āϤ āĻ—āĻžāχ āĻĨāĻ•āĻž āϚ⧰āĻžāχ⧰ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āρāĻĒāĻŋ āωāĻ āĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻš āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰⧋āρāĨ¤


At times, my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. And I have imagined what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days.


āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻŦāĻž āĻāχ āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§°ā§āϝ āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āϚāϕ⧁⧰⧇ āϚāĻžāĻŦāϞ⧈ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āϭ⧀⧰ āφāĻ•āĻžāĻ‚āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰⧇āĨ¤ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āĻ•ā§‡ā§ąāϞ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļā§° āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇āχ āĻŽāχ āχāĻŽāĻžāύ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻĒāĻžāĻ“āρ, āϤ⧇āĻ¨ā§āϤ⧇ āϚāϕ⧁⧰⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāϞ⧇ āφ⧰⧁ āĻ•āĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ āĻ…āϧāĻŋāĻ• āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§°ā§āϝ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻ•āĻžāĻļ āĻĒāĻžāĻŦ! āϏ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻšā§‡ āĻŽāχ āĻ•āĻ˛ā§āĻĒāύāĻž āϕ⧰⧋āρ āϝ⧇ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āĻŽā§‹āĻ• āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύ⧰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϚāϕ⧁⧰⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžā§° āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ, āϤ⧇āĻ¨ā§āϤ⧇ āĻŽāχ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āϚāĻžāĻŦāϞ⧈ āφāϟāĻžāχāϤāĻ•ā§ˆ āĻŦ⧇āĻ›āĻŋ āχāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤


I should divide the period into three parts. On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and companionship have made my life worth living. I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that ‘window of the soul’, the eye.


āĻŽāχ āϏ⧇āχ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύāĻ• āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāϟāĻž āĻ­āĻžāĻ—āϤ āĻ­āĻžāĻ— āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻĨāĻŽ āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻž āĻŽāχ āϏ⧇āχāϏāĻ•āϞ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšāĻ• āϚāĻžāĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°āĻŋāĻŽ āϝāĻŋāϏāĻ•āϞ⧰ āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻž, āĻŽā§°āĻŽ āφ⧰⧁ āϏāĻ‚āϗ⧇ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻœā§€ā§ąāύāĻ• āĻ…ā§°ā§āĻĨāĻĒā§‚ā§°ā§āĻŖ āϕ⧰āĻŋ āϤ⧁āϞāĻŋāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āϚāϕ⧁āĻ• 'āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžā§° āĻ–āĻŋā§°āĻŋāϕ⧀' (window of the soul) āĻŦ⧁āϞāĻŋ āĻ•ā§‹ā§ąāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻŽāχ āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻ“ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁⧰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧā§° āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āϚāϕ⧁⧰ āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāϛ⧋āρāĨ¤


I can only ‘see’ through my fingertips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow and other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces.


āĻŽāχ āĻ•ā§‡ā§ąāϞ āφāϙ⧁āϞāĻŋā§° āφāĻ—ā§° āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļā§° āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āĻŽā§āĻ–ā§° āφāĻ•āĻžā§° āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŦ āĻĒāĻžā§°ā§‹āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻšāĻžāρāĻšāĻŋ, āĻĻ⧁āĻ– āφ⧰⧁ āφāύ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻˇā§āϟ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋāĻŦā§‹ā§° āϚāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻŦ āĻĒāĻžā§°ā§‹āρāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁-āĻŦāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ§ā§ąā§€āĻ• āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āĻŽā§āĻ–ā§° āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļā§° āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇ āϚāĻŋāύ⧋āĨ¤


The next day I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.


āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤ⧀āϝāĻŧ āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻž, āĻŽāχ ā§°āĻžāϤāĻŋāĻĒā§ā§ąāĻžāχ āĻ¸ā§‚ā§°ā§āϝ āωāĻĻāϝāĻŧā§° āϞāϗ⧇ āϞāϗ⧇ āωāĻ āĻŋāĻŽ āφ⧰⧁ āϏ⧇āχ ā§°ā§‹āĻŽāĻžāĻžā§āϚāϕ⧰ āĻ…āϞ⧌āĻ•āĻŋāĻ• āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āϚāĻžāĻŽ, āϝ'āϤ ā§°āĻžāϤāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāύāϞ⧈ ā§°ā§‚āĻĒāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧰āĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧāĨ¤ āĻ¸ā§‚ā§°ā§āϝāχ āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āωāĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ āĻĒā§‹āĻšā§°ā§‡ā§°ā§‡ āύāĻŋāĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϤ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€āĻ• āϜāĻ—āĻžāχ āϤ⧋āϞāĻž āϏ⧇āχ āĻ…āĻĒā§‚ā§°ā§āĻŦ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ āĻŽāχ āĻ—āϭ⧀⧰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŽā§āĻ—ā§āϧāϤāĻžā§°ā§‡ āωāĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤


This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man’s progress, and so I should go to the museums. There my eyes would see the condensed history of the earth - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons that roamed the earth before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom.


āϏ⧇āχ āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻŸā§‹āϤ āĻŽāχ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€ā§° āĻ…āϤ⧀āϤ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŦā§°ā§āϤāĻŽāĻžāύ⧰ āĻāĻ–āύ āϚāĻŽā§ āĻ›āĻŦāĻŋ āϚāĻžāĻŦāϞ⧈ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻŦā§āϝāϝāĻŧ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āωāĻ¨ā§āύāϤāĻŋ āφ⧰⧁ āϏāĻ­ā§āϝāϤāĻžā§° āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ āϚāĻžāĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°āĻŋāĻŽ, āϏ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻšā§‡ āĻŽāχ āϏāĻ‚āĻ—ā§ā§°āĻšāĻžāϞāϝāĻŧ (Museum) āϞ⧈ āϝāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ āϤāĻžāϤ āĻŽāχ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€ā§° āϏāĻ‚āĻ•ā§āώāĻŋāĻĒā§āϤ āχāϤāĻŋāĻšāĻžāϏ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŽ—āύāĻŋāϜ āύāĻŋāϜ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻžāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋāĻ• āĻĒā§°āĻŋā§ąā§‡āĻļāϤ āĻĨāĻ•āĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§ą āϜāĻžāϤāĻŋā§° āϚāĻŋāĻ¤ā§ā§°āĨ¤ āϞāĻ—āϤ⧇ āĻŽāχ āĻĄāĻžāχāύ⧋āϛ⧰ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŽāĻžāĻˇā§āϟāĻĄāύ⧰ āĻĻ⧰⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļāĻžāϞ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻžāϪ⧀⧰ āĻ•āĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϞ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŽ, āϝāĻŋāĻŦā§‹ā§° āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āφāĻ—āϤ⧇āχ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāϚ⧰āĻŖ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤ āϤāĻžā§° āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āϤ āϏ⧰⧁ āĻĻ⧇āĻšā§° āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻļāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋāĻļāĻžāϞ⧀ āĻŽāĻ—āĻœā§ā§°ā§‡ āϏāĻœā§āϜāĻŋāϤ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§‡ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁āϜāĻ—āϤ⧰ āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āφāϧāĻŋāĻĒāĻ¤ā§āϝ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻžā§° āϕ⧰āĻŋāϞ⧇āĨ¤


The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, new revelations of beauty. Today, this third day, I shall spend in the workaday world, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. The city becomes my destination.


āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻž āĻĒā§ā§ąāĻž, āĻŽāχ āĻĒ⧁āύ⧰ āĻ¸ā§‚ā§°ā§āϝ⧋āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻ• āϏāĻŽā§āĻ­āĻžāώāĻŖ āϜāύāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ āύāϤ⧁āύ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ, āύāϤ⧁āύ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§°ā§āϝ āφ⧰⧁ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻ†ā§ąāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ•āĻžā§°ā§° āφāĻļāĻžā§°ā§‡ āĻŽāχ āĻ‰ā§ŽāĻĢ⧁āĻ˛ā§āϞ āĻšā§ˆ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻāχ āϤ⧃āϤ⧀āϝāĻŧ āĻĻāĻŋāύāĻŸā§‹āϤ, āĻŽāχ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻ•ā§°ā§āĻŽāϜāĻ—āϤāϤ, āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āĻĻ⧈āύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻ•āĻžāĻŽāϤ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āĻŽāĻžāϜāϤ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āϟāĻžāĻŽāĨ¤ āϚāĻšā§°āĻ–āύ⧇āχ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϤāĻŦā§āϝāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāύ āĻš'āĻŦāĨ¤


First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their daily lives. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud. I see suffering, and I am compassionate.


āĻĒā§ā§°āĻĨāĻŽā§‡, āĻŽāχ āĻāĻ–āύ āĻŦā§āϝāĻ¸ā§āϤ āĻĒāĻĨā§° āĻŽā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāϤ āĻĨāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻšā§ˆ āĻ•ā§‡ā§ąāϞ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšāĻŦā§‹ā§°āĻ• āϞāĻ•ā§āĻˇā§āϝ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āĻ•āĻ• āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āĻĻ⧈āύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻœā§€ā§ąāύ⧰ āĻŦāĻŋāώāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋāĻŦāĻž āĻāϟāĻž āĻŦ⧁āϜāĻŋāĻŦāϞ⧈ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻšāĻžāρāĻšāĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŽ āφ⧰⧁ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻš'āĻŽāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻĻ⧃āĻĸāĻŧ āϏāĻ‚āĻ•āĻ˛ā§āĻĒ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŽ āφ⧰⧁ āĻ—ā§Œā§°ā§ą āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āĻŽāχ āĻĻ⧁āĻ–-āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻŋāĻŽ āφ⧰⧁ āϤ⧇āĻ“āρāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āĻĒā§ā§°āϤāĻŋ āϏāĻšāĻžāύ⧁āĻ­ā§‚āϤāĻŋāĻļā§€āϞ āĻš'āĻŽāĨ¤


At midnight, permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realise how much I had left unseen.


āĻŽāĻžāϜāύāĻŋāĻļāĻž āĻš'āϞ⧇āχ, āϚāĻŋā§°āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧā§€ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžā§° āĻĒ⧁āύ⧰ āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āύāĻžāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻšāĻŋāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžā§ąāĻŋāĻ•āϤ⧇, āĻāχ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¤ā§ā§° āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋāĻĻāĻŋāύāϤ āĻŽāχ āϚāĻžāĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāϚ⧰āĻž āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁ āϚāĻžāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāĻŽāĨ¤ āϝ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĒ⧁āύ⧰ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻ•āĻžā§° āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻœā§€ā§ąāύāϤ āύāĻžāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻšāĻŋāĻŦ, āϤ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻšā§‡ āĻŽāχ āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦā§āϧāĻŋ āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŽ āϝ⧇ āĻ•āĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§°ā§āϝ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻ“ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āĻŦāĻžāϕ⧀ ⧰⧈ āĻ—'āϞāĨ¤


I who am blind can give one hint to those who can see: use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to your other senses. Hear the music of voice, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty, which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact, which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.


āĻŽāχ, āϝāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧ, āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āĻĒā§‹ā§ąāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšāĻ• āĻāϟāĻž āĻĒā§°āĻžāĻŽā§°ā§āĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāϚāĻžā§°ā§‹āρāĨ¤ āύāĻŋāϜ⧰ āϚāϕ⧁āĻĻ⧁āϟāĻž āĻāύ⧇āĻĻ⧰⧇ āĻŦā§āĻ¯ā§ąāĻšāĻžā§° āϕ⧰āĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāχāϞ⧈ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϞ⧋āĻ• āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻšā§ˆ āϝāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĨ¤ āĻāϕ⧇āĻĻ⧰⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϞ⧋āϕ⧰ āφāύ āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āχāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻ“ āĻŦā§āĻ¯ā§ąāĻšāĻžā§° āϕ⧰āĻžāĨ¤ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āĻšā§° āĻŽāĻžāϤ⧰ āϏ⧁⧰, āϚ⧰āĻžāχ⧰ āĻ—ā§€āϤ āφ⧰⧁ āĻŦāĻžāĻĻā§āϝāϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§ā§°ā§° āĻŽāύ⧋āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻž āϏ⧁⧰ āĻāύ⧇āĻĻ⧰⧇ āĻļ⧁āύāĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāχāϞ⧈ āĻļ⧁āύāĻŋāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒā§ā§°āϤāĻŋāĻŸā§‹ āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāύ⧇āĻĻ⧰⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļ āϕ⧰āĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāχāϞ⧈ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒā§°ā§āĻļ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ąā§° āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻž āĻšā§‡ā§°ā§ā§ąāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĢ⧁āϞ⧰ āϏ⧁āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧ āωāĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āϕ⧰āĻž āφ⧰⧁ āĻĒā§ā§°āϤāĻŋāĻŸā§‹ āϞ⧋āĻ•āĻŽāĻž āφāĻšāĻžā§° āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇⧰⧇ āĻ¸ā§‹ā§ąāĻžāĻĻ āĻ˛ā§‹ā§ąāĻž āϝ⧇āύ āĻ•āĻžāχāϞ⧈ āϕ⧇āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāĻ“ āĻ—ā§‹āĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻŦāĻž āĻ¸ā§‹ā§ąāĻžāĻĻ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­ā§ą āϕ⧰āĻŋāĻŦ āĻ¨ā§‹ā§ąāĻžā§°āĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĒā§ā§°āϤāĻŋāĻŸā§‹ āχāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϝāĻŧā§° āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§‚ā§°ā§āĻŖ āϏāĻĻā§āĻŦā§āĻ¯ā§ąāĻšāĻžā§° āϕ⧰āĻžāĨ¤ āĻĒ⧃āĻĨāĻŋā§ąā§€āϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻŋ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āφ⧰⧁ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§°ā§āϝ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āχāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϝāĻŧā§° āϜ⧰āĻŋāϝāĻŧāϤ⧇ āĻĒā§ā§°āĻ•āĻžāĻļ āϕ⧰⧇, āϤāĻžā§° āĻĒā§ā§°āϤāĻŋāĻŸā§‹ āĻĻāĻŋāĻļ āωāĻĒāĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āϕ⧰āĻžāĨ¤ āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϏāĻ•āϞ⧋ āχāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϝāĻŧā§° āĻ­āĻŋāϤ⧰āϤ, āĻŽā§‹ā§° āĻĻ⧃āĻĸāĻŧ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ—āĻĻ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāĻļāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āχ āφāϟāĻžāχāϤāĻ•ā§ˆ āĻŽāύ⧋āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻž āφ⧰⧁ āĻŽā§‚āĻ˛ā§āĻ¯ā§ąāĻžāύ āχāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§ā§°āĻŋāϝāĻŧāĨ¤